"You do fucking magic," Clint pointed out -- wisely, he thought -- "I'm pretty sure you could have a private practice if you wanted. And people would pay gross amounts for... whatever the fuck that was. The Drain-o." But Clint kinda definitely got it. Sometimes it wasn't about the money or even a better lifestyle. Sometimes people just had to do what they did because it was the right thing to do.
"And yeah," he grinned too, but it was a bit sheepish. It was easier to play a little trouble maker than it was to say something's been started here, and you have to come over because we have to see how it plays out. "You probably will have to make sure. Hey, can I get it wet, or...?"